A Short Story : The Story Of Unsavory

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

It was a cool, rainy October night. The wind slightly blowing against shaking trees causing autumn leaves to drift in the air. The rain pitter-pattered on parked cars as if it was a song. The air was still crisp. It was around 11 o’clock at night when Maddie was walking home from her night job at Lucy’s Cafe. She normally took the bus, but tonight she had to close and the buses don’t run that late. She figured it was only a mile, she could just walk home. The sound of the rain got louder, the rain was getting harder and the wind getting more vicious. She knew something was off. She began to hear sounds of puddles being walked through on the sidewalk behind her. She slowly turned around, but no one was there. She speeded up her pace and kept walking forward, determined to get home. She began to hear footsteps on the cold, wet road this time. She quickly put her phone in her hand about to call her mother. She knew someone was behind her. Just as she started to run, she quickly felt a cold rush through her spine. It felt as though she had been turned to ice. Maddie’s legs became weak and she couldn’t stand. Everything went blurry, then black.

Dictating, waiting, How my future may unravel, My heart sinks as the judge pounds the gavel, The judge hits the gavel- one... two... three- The jury cries out, "Guilty! Guilty!

The day I was made was nice and sunny, probably. I wouldn’t know because the time I was in the world there was chaos. I originated in the oven of a nice house. There was a black circular object that I think was supposed to be a pizza. There wasn’t a good view of the house from the oven, so I decided to move to the rest of the kitchen. The feeling of this world was remarkable but overwhelming. I needed more. I must consume it all. I engulfed the whole kitchen, embracing the power I have over this world. This power isn’t enough though. I spread to the rest of the house, where I see a girl. She was asleep, I must not be intimidating enough. I will see her scream before the end of her lousy life. I was about to wake her, but she woke up on her

It was a warm spring afternoon, birds chirping on the dark, ebony branches of the cherry plum trees in the local park. Near the end of the park stood an antique- looking hair saloon, but appearances could be deceiving, for that old- looking shop had all the new and latest technological installed one could dream of, fresh out of the market. Famous for “Midas touch” of the beautician working there for transforming the plain looking to mouth dropping beauties. It was the “The Dyeing Question” saloon; usually it would be packed with customers, seeking special treatment for their hairs, but today it was- nearly empty. Expect for a woman sitting on a couch, not a single soul could be seen; it seemed as if the people had vanished into thin air. But where did they go? It was all because of the lone customer sitting. Her hair were

Jonah was driving down the old road one late night when he experienced one of the most terrifying events in his life. He probably should have listened to his roommates stories. If he did, none of this would have happened. He would have realized that his roommate isn’t all that crazy after all.

Cara walked into the wind and felt it gently push back. A few more steps and she would be at the edge of the cliff. Her focus was on the thistle, the prickly dark green plants that crunched beneath her feet. What would happen to these plants during the Bleak? Would they wither and die, or would they simply lie dormant, waiting for the first slithers of sunlight to peek up from the horizon? She had asked those who had been through this before but no one would discuss it. No one talked about the Bleak even though it was almost upon them. Cara took a deep breath of the cold sea air. When the sun vanished it would get even colder. Everything would freeze- at least that’s what people said at school. In any case, by the time that happened

like i said i did not have time to argue,but i just didn't want to be rude only because he was being nice to me like a regular cashier should be.

People we love leave us too soon. It is even harder when the death is unexpected. Most of us feel shock and disbelief when we are informed about the death of a loved one. People assume that their family and friends will reach old age, however, it is not uncommon for death to come sooner whether it is through accident or illness. In March, my uncle passed away due to a tragic accident at his workplace. It has been five months since his passing and I am still having a difficult time coping with his death. These past five months have been accompanied by sleepless nights and numerous depressing thoughts and feelings.

" You may claim such, but your body is responding favorably. " Ixchel proclaims, removing his hand from her still pure womanhood and it's shameful display or need, infused due to his uninvited touch. " You'll have your first tryout tomorrow, you'll loose your virginity then ! " he announces, moving back towards his table where he procures a black, near metallic looking ring, a collar of sorts that seems devoid of any mechanism to open it up.

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened.

Many conflicts can occur in a normal teenage girl's life. This one, however, was very far from what you would call a ‘normal’ conflict. It wasn’t the troublesome morning in which I couldn’t figure out what to wear, or when I had realized that my sister, Lucinda, had snatched something from my bureau because she couldn’t decide on what to wear (both of which were common) but it was something much more. Deep jealousy fueled the feeling of bloodthirsty thoughts that were all concentrated on one person. Eleanor.

Masumi -a 13 year old girl from Japan,Tokyo- was on her way home from dance class and was rushing her way home. The streets of the city were silent and still during the early night, therefore it was easier to get home in time for supper. She reached her destination in a few minutes in time to help her mother set up the table.